The object of your affection is the tree-top connectionOr basically you love to smoke the woolsThe crackheads attract man they come up to my doorI don't smoke gems so what they knocking for

Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on youStreet time is limited to daysOn your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come backDamn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowelsWith a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smileUsed to walk with a swaggerNow you simply staggerFrom one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next

Bitch get a jobFrom me you won't robCause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sandNow give that to the crack manYou was fly once now you're losing all your frontsStarted out light on the tip of woolie bluntsNow you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipeTook a long pull...hype

Yeah, head crack head crackYou smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat(Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?)Yeah I had to drop her'Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

Slow downSlow downSlow downWhat I am is what I am x2Slow downSlow down

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

I knew this girl named TropicanaShe's always juicingProducing cash for my sexual taskShe loves men that trick like Halloween and treatYou ain't paid then your grade is incomplete

You've got to flash dollars, to prove herAnd when you do she sucks it up like a HooverTaking all your papes like inhalation of aceHer nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive

(What I am is what I am)Well, what you are is a stunt, manYou're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you canFrom my man and scram

I've seen your kind before you're not originalJust a sick mixed up individualGiving up the crotch for a fresh gold watchMarking off the goods you got going up another notch

Your ways and actions are like those of a savageIf the price is right, then anyone can ravageEven Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in orderWhat's really scary is you're somebody's daughter

So don't come around trying to make a profitAt the expense of another man, stop itCause you see you're a freak show of the townKnow what I think you ought to do is

Slow down x7What I am is what I am x2

Verse Three: Grand Puba

As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stuntA forty and a blunt, that's all she really wantsBut she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plasticAnd if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylacticCause things are getting drasticSlide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket(Slow down)Sister, there's no need in speedingShe was doing lays before she started bleedingWhat makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?Pulled more stunts than my man Action JacksonA real gold winner just like Bruce JennerLay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in herPuba makes no mistakesShe said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)"Picture that(Slow Down)You little hookerHoney got a problem with the bendsMeaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skinsThe hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversyShe can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercyCome on toots you can take a thousand doucheScrub that ass and I'll still pass(Slow down)You're living foul(Slow down x2)Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'Cause it ain't the seasonSo if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitchWell go aheadYou're living foul

I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help outRight by my side